[The feed turns on as one Vanessa Nightray is arranging a bouquet of
snowdrops on her desk. Yes, Elliot, she actually left the house and walked all of the way down to the edge of the lake in order to pick those. But comment on that fact with even the tiniest bit of sarcasm and you're getting slapped. Finishing her arrangement, she tightens the light blue scarf around her neck and finally speaks into the Dreamberry.]
This is only supposed to be a dream - [She cuts herself off, wincing slightly and looking away towards the window.]
No, even in a dream there are frightening illusions of reality. Has anyone tried to lucidly affect the events surrounding them inside of this dream world? Death shouldn't be possible, but-!
[A moment's hesitation and she turns the device back off.]